2025-07-19-1
What I Lose, I Make Room For
Everything I lose, the wind takes in grace,
Carving out silence, creating new space.
A shell left behind on the edge of the shore—
Each hollowed-out place invites something more.
The hands that once clung now open wide,
Letting old weight drift out with the tide.
Where sorrow once lived, a garden now grows,
Fed by the ache only letting go knows.
Every goodbye leaves the door slightly ajar,
So light from tomorrow can reach where you are.
Each emptied corner, each shadowed retreat,
Becomes a soft landing for something complete.
What falls from my grasp, what slips through the seams,
Is clearing a path for the shape of my dreams.
Not every loss is a wound that must bleed.
Everything I lose creates space for what I need.
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